Getting It Right (BOOK THREE)

Chapter 53

That night, Sevyn walks out the bathroom after being in there for an hour. When she enters the bedroom, Jackson looks up as the light scent of perfume hits his nose. When he sees what she's wearing, he puts his phone down.

"Where the hell are you going in that?" He asks, scanning her from her blue lace peplum top to her small black shorts and black lace up heels.

Sevyn smiles and dramatically flips her hair over her shoulder, "Out with Auntie and the girls."

"Where?"

"None of your business, it's a girls night out."

"It is my business if you're gonna be dressed like that." He stands up and examines her outfit choice. "Where are the rest of your shorts?"

"You sound like my dad." She crouches down to open one of her suitcases in search of earrings to compliment her outfit.

"I should tell your dad what you're wearing and see what he has to say about it." Sevyn fastens a pair of silver bow shaped earrings into her ears then closes her suitcase and stands up. She pulls down her shorts that have ridden up and Jackson scoffs. "See if they're riding up your ass they're too short, take them off."

"They're called shorts not capris, get your life." Sevyn dismisses him and heads back to the bathroom to look over her outfit once again. Jackson follows behind her, watching how she walks smoothly in her heels.

"I see your normal walk has returned," he says as she flicks on the bathroom light. "I can always change that for you."

Sevyn looks at him as he enters the bathroom and closes the door behind him. "Jackson no, we're leaving in like ten, fifteen minutes."

"I only need seven." He winks at his play on words and Sevyn stifles a laugh.

"Seriously don't try anything." She says.

"Anything like what?" He slowly walks towards her and she tries to back up but there's no where to go.

"Jackson I'm serious," She says, holding out a hand to keep him away from her.

He grabs her wrist and yanks her into his chest, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Anything like what?"

"Like this!"

"I'm not doing anything,"

"Yet!" She snaps, "You're planning to, I can tell."

Jackson smiles at her, even with her heels on she's still shorter than him so she has to look up to meet his eyes. He uses this advantage to kiss her lips and for a second she kisses back, feeding into the seduction, but then she quickly breaks the kiss and pushes him away. "No," she says sternly and turns her back on him to face the mirror.

She wets her finger with water then wipes a spot of smudged eyeliner. Jackson wraps his arms around her waist and nuzzles her neck with his nose, gently kissing the spot under her jaw.

"Stop it, you're probably going to get make up in your mouth since I had to cover up the last hickey you gave me." She says.

Jackson chuckles and turns her around so that they're face to face again. "To be honest, this outfit it really turning me on right now." He says in a husky voice.

"I know," she replies. "Why do you think I'm wearing it?"

He glares at her smug face, then lifts her on to the sink and kisses her with so much intensity she almost falls off. She's forced to wrap her arms around him to keep her balance as their lips engage in a hot kiss.

Jackson's hand moves towards her inner thigh and butterflies flitter around in her stomach as the air around them grows thick with lust. Jackson smiles at her quick response to his affection, knowing he would have this affect on her. "All I need is seven minutes." He breaths into her air.